The Brand New Heavies - Who Makes the Loot? lyrics

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The Brand New Heavies - Who Makes the Loot? lyrics

Who makes the loot? Grand Puba Who makes the loot? Who makes the loot? Grand Puba Well, who makes the loot? Bust it Goodness grief, let me lighten up the brief Honies spell Grand Puba when they wanna spell relief Who is the man, more than a hundred grand? Give a pound to a friend, put a tool to a clown Damn, bang, bang, bang, Jimmy Coco Puff Who is the one who gives you nuff? Don't answer, here comes the flavor And you wanna ask what Grand Puba gave ya? Some dope sh**, some real live sh** Puba is the one who's givin' fits A new style, new style, are you ready for this type? Now, I rock hip, everybody's rockin' hype On the very down low you might see me at a show If the show ain't for dough then you won't see the bro The Grand man, just as usual But let me slow down 'cause I know I'm confusin' y'all Grand Puba, Grand Puba Grand Puba, Grand Puba Grand Puba, Grand Puba Grand Puba Bust it we gon' move on like this, I once caught a bid I never hit skid, never date a girl if the girl Got a kid, nah, poppa's got a brand new bag And I never hit skins once they sag Guy says groovy, you like to see a movie? Stick it in easy, it comes back greasy First to tell you slow down But be the second to take you uptown I won't fall or fumble, trip stagger or stumble Not a soft s**er but I still come humble The next candidate, who holds all the weight It ain't him or him, you better get the story straight Ron Stud is my D. J. makes the girl feel like it's foreplay Comin' like a bull, so you better yell, "Ole" Here is the one, I shine like the sun You get too close, you might get done Yeah, funky Ain't nuttin' but funky, it's just funky Aiyyo, check this out The right type of hype This how we gon' move it for the 90's and the year 2000 Check it out, do the knowledge, this ain't no loop This is some real live funky, funky get down on the get down And I'm flowin' to this type of hype The ba** player's real, the drummer's real The ba** player's real, and the drummer's real Word is bond We got the guitars, everythin' is live Knahmsayin'? Year 2000, it ain't just a simple loop, so don't get souped As we hit it with the brand new heavies Yeah

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